My pussy lips split and he filled me completely, pulling out roughly and slamming back in. I barely recognised the woman in the reflection. So wanton....Eyes begging to be fucked, expression melting with every forward thrust of his hips, mouth stretched around my own underwear. There was something animalistic about his performance. The gentleness of one or two previous hotel encounters a distant memory. With no loving embraces, this one was simply raw. Necessary. Frenzied. He leaned back, grabbed. One part of the assembly line the so-called Red Area, the ships received the Translocator canons. The place was guarded by Ultra Marines who did not ask and always shoot. I had been here once before, during an Avatar hand guided tour by McElligott and Admiral P’ Tchak, the Commandant of Ross Torus. This mind-blowing scale of the battleship assembly line was only a small part of the Ross Torus. SII, Enroe, and DeNoir assembly lines were just as big. This in addition to yards for smaller ships. I was certain I knew his question. Leaning in and I simply said "it's cool, she knows and supports me" With that I motioned with my head and he tagged along as we made our way to the parking lot. We shared our relationship details with him and he returned the favour. He was 42. Had been actively bi since his late teens. He was more of a top which suited me fine. And he had never had any experience being watched. The flea market has a large wooded area that surrounds it and everyone tries to. But I love the sight of your puckered ass, so much so that I am compelled to touch it with my thumb, making you jump in surprise. But then you groan loudly and push back against my touch, urging me onward. Cock buried deep in your pussy, I pause and reach for some lube and apply it to my fingers. Then I finger-paint along the rim of your ass before resuming my thrusts into your pussy. The sensation coupled with the idea of me touching your ass drives you wild. With each thrust you push back.